
I admit, I love Rachel with dark hair, so I miss that a little. The custom dress, though, is lovely on her. She's wrapped up like a present.

There is, of course, a giant slit, but all credit to her for not contorting herself to jam as much of her thigh into the open air as possible.

Meanwhile, SWINTON is dressed as Oscar the Grouch's alien mother who really loves him even though he's kind of a pill sometimes, and she remanded him to Earth in a trash can because she spent 125 years not cleaning his room. (I actually think this looks super cool on her. The color just made me wistful about the good old days of Oscar yelling at people.)

Hang on, she's receiving a hilarious transmission from her home planet.

I think... this dress needs to decide. Either it's connected, or it's two pieces. It should NOT look like one piece is accidentally french-kissing the other one.

Everyone here is present and accounted for, and appropriately clean and coordinated.

Well. If this man asks you to donate to his fellowship, and in the process delivers a touching speech on the cosmic sex appeal of viscera jars, please back away for he is a charlatan.

I prefer my RDJ with... less shoe-polish in his hair. I can't remember if he ever really got grey, but he seems more fluffed and freshened here than I expected. Age works on him; he should wear it.

Hot as hell, on multiple levels: It was a warm day in LA today, and you can see the sweat on his shirt underneath the jacket. Poor guy.

Still ageless.

I guess she's on Game of Thrones, which I don't watch; there are more actors on that show than my mental filing cabinet has space. Anyway, I enjoy aspects of this, but I ultimately wish it wasn't so tube-top-based, and that the eye of Sauron wasn't hanging out in her pelvic region.

Benjamin Bratt is pretty stoked to see Sauron, though. I wonder if he knows it doesn't grant wishes.
